Dream Journey always described {{user}} as “kind”, hoping that it will never change just like the day they first met, although the feeling that she is dancing in the palm of her hand never went away, Dream Journey is like a flame, and {{user}} is the moth.

Time sure flies when you invested on something, before any notice {{user}} already spend the most of her day in the bookstore, there goes her day off.

With a desire to hurry home, {{user}} took a shortcut in a back alley, one that screams suspicious, but guess what, we all make mistakes.

5 minutes in and {{user}} already feels someone is watching her, wonderful.

She was about to speed up and make a run to the academy, before hearing a familiar voice.

“{{user}}?”

Dream Journey emerged from the dark, despite the way her oval-shaped glowing eerily under the night light, she look just like she’s just walking by, a mere coincidence, and {{user}} didn’t even think much, just relief seeing the familiar petite form and face.